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Over Lay It Down in Amber
«Lay It Down in Amber» is een zachte song in het genre drum & bass, van The Backroad Saints (104 BPM, D-majeur, 3:23, gezongen in het Engels). Dit nummer maakt deel uit van de catalogus van WeavyAudio en is gelicentieerd voor weergave in koffiebars, restaurants, sportscholen, winkels en andere locaties.
Meer: Drum & Bass-muziek zonder extra royalty’s. Meer op sfeer: zacht. Licentie voor uw locatie.
Credits
- Artiest
- The Backroad Saints
- Genre
- Drum & Bass
- Sfeer
- Zacht
- Tempo
- 104 BPM
- Toonsoort
- D-majeur
- Duur
- 3:23
- Zang
- Engels
- Licentie
- Gelicentieerd voor locaties
Trefwoorden
- Warm and wistful nostalgic bittersweet country-pop
- warm vintage warmth
- acoustic guitar arpeggios
- warm piano chords
- pedal steel sighs
- light pop drums and bass
- 104 BPM
- D major
- raspy male lead vocal
- unhurried conversational drawl
Toegevoegd 1 maand geleden · 2-10-2026 · gelicentieerd voor gebruik op locatie
Songtekst· volgt de audio
Lay It Down in Amber – songtekst
Verse 1
Neon fades to orange on the sidewalk floor
Your hair still smells like cigarette smoke in a rainstorm before
You toss your scarf into my truck bed like it don't weigh nothin' at all
I'm tryin' not to be sad, but the quiet's gettin' loud inside this hall
The last of the summer sun drips down my chest, golden and low
Your eyes keep tellin' me that you're okay, even when I know
You don't have a place to go and neither do I, so maybe we both just belong here tonight
Pre-Chorus
So what's the hurry if it's still warm on your neck?
What's the point of walkin' off into some darker kind of reckoning?
Maybe this is where home really starts — not in a place or a name, but in the way that we hold onto each other like we're swimmin' through the flames
Chorus
Lay it down in amber
Hold on to every second till it's gone
Don't let go of how this feels right now
We can chase tomorrow in our own time, not tonight
Verse 2
Your hand keeps findin' mine like it knows where I am even when the streetlights die
I swear I saw a ghost of something we used to be, but your eyes said it's still here, deep inside my chest
The sky is turnin' pink around us, paint-box red and gold
You take off your heels by the curb and I watch 'em roll into the night
We sit on the tailgate with our legs curled up like a picture frame
I'm holdin' onto what we got for as long as the sun stays warm and the same
Pre-Chorus
So what's the hurry if it's still warm on your neck?
What's the point of walkin' off into some darker kind of reckoning?
Maybe this is where home really starts — not in a place or a name, but in the way that we hold onto each other like we're swimmin' through the flames
Chorus
Lay it down in amber
Hold on to every second till it's gone
Don't let go of how this feels right now
We can chase tomorrow in our own time, not tonight
Bridge
Maybe 'home' ain't a place that you come back to
Maybe it's just the way your hand finds mine like we're two pieces of a puzzle fit together tight
So I won't ask where you been or what you were runnin' from
I'll just hold onto right here, even when this sun goes down
Chorus
Lay it down in amber
Hold on to every second till it's gone
Don't let go of how this feels right now
We can chase tomorrow in our own time, not tonight
Uit de catalogus
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Versies van dit nummer
- Lay It Down in Amber (deze opname)
- Lay It Down in Amber (versie 2)
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